At the crack of dawn, Gael woke up to Angela's whimper. It was four in the morning when he checked the time. Being a light sleeper really had its disadvantages from waking up to the smallest of sounds. However, it didn't bother him whenever the sound came from her.
In the past few days, Angela had dreams that caused some restlessness in her sleep. Most of the time, they didn't last long, but it still worried him. The awful one was when she woke up crying, but thankfully, none of that had happened since.
When he woke up, she wasn't attached to him, the blanket partially covering her breasts and a nipple peeking out. He carefully shifted her towards him, and she naturally curled into his side. Gael had gotten so used to her warmth that sometimes, he thought that he would wake up whenever she moved away unconsciously during her sleep.
